10 comments/ 26624 views/ 10 favorites The Observatory By: mindventure Author's note: Although this story is a sequel to 'Revenge,' it is not necessary to read that story in order to understand this one. If you want more detail about what happened with Laura and Kevin in Denver, give 'Revenge' a try. ____________________ The call came in at 10:40 PM. My heart rate increased sharply as I lunged for the phone. I had been anticipating the call, but not really expecting it, if you know what I mean. "Hello," I said, my voice rasping slightly from the adrenaline surge. "Kevin, it's me. I was successful. Get everything ready. We'll be there in about twenty minutes." "OK," I replied, my voice still husky. "See you soon." "You certainly will!" she said with a laugh, and broke the connection. Laura had said very little, but she told me a great deal. As I began the preparations she needed, my mind drifted back over the events that had brought us to this point in our lives. *** Several months earlier, Laura and I were lingering over breakfast. My name is Kevin Taylor and Laura is my wife. Suddenly she threw me a curve. "Do you ever think about Denver?" she asked. "No," I lied, my heart beginning to race. "Well, I do and I have a confession to make. Two actually." Suddenly feeling very uneasy, I remained silent, my heart pounding in my chest. Laura and I had attended our high school reunion in Denver the previous year. There was a reception in the hotel ballroom the first night to get the festivities underway and allow classmates to get reacquainted. Early in the evening, a gorgeous woman entered the reception area and quickly became the focus of everyone's attention. Laura and I compared notes a little later in the evening. I still didn't recognize the woman but Laura identified her as Veronica Henley. I was stunned. She had been gangly and awkward in high school. There seemed to be no way she could have undergone such a complete metamorphosis. Much later, and a little drunk, I found myself alone with Veronica on the terrace outside the ballroom. We talked for some time and, over several more drinks, it became apparent that the changes she had undergone were not just physical. She had turned into a poised, self-assured woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. Unfortunately, what she wanted, at least for a little while, was me. Veronica confessed that she'd had a terrible crush on me in school and that I'd been the subject of many sexual fantasies over the years. She also said she had no intention of passing up an opportunity to turn at least one of those fantasies into reality. To press her point, Veronica looked me right in the eye and asked me to fuck her. Perhaps a little less booze would have encouraged me to do the right thing and graciously decline. Perhaps not. To make a long story short, we quickly put together a plan. Veronica had spotted several empty conference and media rooms in another wing of the hotel. After giving me directions, she instructed me to wait for ten minutes and then follow her. She would choose a room and leave the door slightly ajar so I could find her. The plan worked. We fucked like crazy for the better part of an hour. With the exception of some serious guilt pangs that I kept holding at bay, it was wonderful. The next afternoon when I returned from the reunion golf match, Laura's behavior told me I had nothing to fear. Acutely alert to her demeanor, searching for the slightest hint that my liaison with Veronica had been detected, I was warmly received by a very sexy Laura. She was dressed for sex and I allowed myself to be handcuffed to a massive chair in our hotel room. Laura assured me I was about to experience something I'd never forget. I could hardly wait. When she was satisfied that my bonds were inescapable, she sat perched on the edge of the bed, her short dress artfully arranged to assure me she wore no undergarments. As I gazed at the beautiful woman before me, wondering what she had in mind for the evening's entertainment, Laura looked me squarely in the eye. "Kevin, do you remember what I've always said I would do if I caught you screwing another woman?" "Sure," I responded. We had played this game in the past. I was now certain of what the next hour or so would entail. "You'd hire someone to fuck you and make me watch." At this point in the game she would usually position herself in the center of the bed and begin to describe her activities and those of her phantom lover. A large dildo would almost certainly be employed to punctuate her rendition of the fantasy. "I saw you with Veronica Henley last night," she said without warning, her voice deadly calm. "And don't try to lie about it, Kevin. You looked so fucking guilty I followed you out of the reception. You went to an empty conference room. The room you chose had an excellent hiding place. I was in there with you the whole time, you deceitful jerk!" Laura's revenge was swift and merciless. Very calmly, she told me she had hired a man, a professional escort, to fuck her and that I had little choice but to watch. My denials and pleas for reconsideration fell on deaf ears. Minutes later there was a knock at the door. A tall, good-looking man stepped into the room at Laura's invitation. She introduced him only as 'Alan' and explained that I was 'tied up at the moment' and would not be joining them for the festivities. Alan looked at me with disinterest and then ignored me. Alan obviously knew what he was doing. For the next hour and a half, he fucked my wife very thoroughly, bringing her to an explosive orgasm time and time again. Her cries of pleasure filling the room until repetitive cycles of arousal and release finally gave way to exhaustion. Some minutes after Alan's departure, Laura recovered enough to sit upright on the side of the bed, thighs shaking, naked and disheveled. "I'm famished," she declared. "I'm going to take a shower and you are going to take me to dinner." And then, to my astonishment, "When we get back here, you are going to fuck me." Considering her recent performance, it was the last thing I expected. With hurt feelings and bruised ego I silently vowed to be uncooperative. On the way to the restaurant, Laura mentioned that she had forgotten to wear panties. My resolve crumbled. Throughout the meal, I kept thinking about her pussy, very recently filled with another man's cock and now uncovered only inches away. By the time we returned to the hotel, I was in a fever pitch. My excitement was rewarded with the most extraordinary response from Laura I had ever experienced. Clearly overwhelmed by lust, she thrashed about on the bed with total abandon. I was stunned. Her performance with Alan should have left her sated. Instead, she strained and shuddered and screamed and moaned and came repeatedly until I exploded inside her. We left Denver the next day, departing the reunion earlier than most of our classmates. I did not see Veronica again. I would have done anything to turn the clock back seventy-two hours, but failing that, I decided to be grateful we had apparently survived Denver with our marriage intact. There was no mention of Denver after our return home and our lives returned to normal. The only difference was that my thoughts were now filled with memories, rather than fantasies. "So what confessions do you feel compelled to make?" I asked with my heart in my throat. "You know I was in the room with you and Veronica," she said. "But what I haven't told you is that watching you with her was the most exciting thing I've ever experienced. I could have stopped the whole thing but I didn't. I didn't want to. Instead, I played with myself until I came. I nearly collapsed in my hiding place. I can't believe you didn't hear me." "And the second confession?" I asked, now intrigued. "Alan," she said, and my heart suddenly chilled, certain I was about to learn something I didn't want to know. "He was competent enough and the things he did to me felt good, but the single ingredient that made the whole experience so exciting, that made my orgasms so intense, was that you were watching. I know that sounds crazy, but the thought of you only three feet away, watching what we were doing, completely blew my mind. That's why I was so crazy that night after we returned from dinner." I felt a flood of relief. Ever since Denver, I had suffered from the suspicion that Alan had some special talent, some technique for coaxing extraordinary responses from Laura that exceeded mine. A very great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. "I was highly aroused too," I said. "But I was also hurt and angry. If I could have stopped you, I would have. When he entered you the first time, I wanted to die, but mostly from embarrassment. I was hard as a diamond. I tried to look away, to concentrate on something else, but I couldn't. It was hypnotic. Another man was fucking you like I had done a thousand times. I couldn't take my eyes off the two of you and was turned on in a way I've never known before." Laura gave me a long look and then pulled the rug out from under me. "Kevin, let's do it again." I was dumbfounded. "Wha...what are you saying?" I stammered. "Go back to Denver? Attend another reunion?" "I don't care about Denver or any reunions, but I want us to have that kind of experience again. We learned a thing or two about ourselves in Denver and I think we should create opportunities to relive what we found there." I felt an immediate stirring in my crotch at her suggestion but I needed time to think. "You've obviously given this some thought and you've caught me by surprise. I need to think about this a little." "I have thought about it quite a bit. You need to catch up with me. Take all the time you need," Laura said with a hint of a smile as though she already knew the outcome. *** Laura didn't have long to wait. At dinner that night I brought the subject up again. "I decided that I agree with you." "About what?" she asked with a note of mischief in her voice. "About Denver and the idea of repeating the experience," I replied. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure, but I don't know exactly how to go about it. Strangers will be involved and I wouldn't be comfortable having them in our home. I'm also hesitant to use hotels. Too public. I've thought about it all day and I think we need to stack the deck in our favor from a safety and security point of view if we're going to do this." "I agree," Laura replied. "So what do you have in mind?" "Let's remodel the apartment. We can bring guests there and we will have greater control." "What a splendid idea!" Laura exclaimed. "It's needed updating for some time anyway and while we're doing the work we can figure out how we're going to handle this." Our property contains a detached three-car garage that supports an efficiency apartment overhead. For years, the apartment had seen little use except for the occasional out-of-town guest. It is clean, comfortable, and unremarkable except for a nice gas fireplace with marble facing and an elaborate mantle that is centered in one wall. We considered our design options and concluded that small, cozy, and subtly lighted were the best choices. As it stood, the apartment was really too long because of the garage underneath so we decided to wall off one end and construct a couple of walk-in closets. As we began construction, it was quickly apparent that the closets would be excessively large in an apartment that would see limited occupancy. It was Laura's idea to build a third cubicle between the two smaller walk-ins expressly for the purpose of watching each other perform. I saw the possibilities at once and threw myself into the project with renewed interest. I named the cubicle 'the observatory' because it would allow me to observe her heavenly body. Laura thought the joke was pretty lame but the name stuck. It was important that the observatory be disguised so no occupants of the room, other that Laura and I, would ever be aware of its existence. Although we would never spy on friends and family members who would occasionally stay in the apartment, knowing it was there would be discomforting to them; not only for its potential for misuse, but also because of its implications with respect to our sex lives -- which was none of their business. One-way glass, in the form of a wall mirror, and a secret entrance, seemed the best answer. We decided to place a double dresser in the center of the wall with the mirror installed in a frame built just above. The two closet doors would flank the dresser and mirror on either side. Two problems confronted us -- getting a one-way mirror of sufficient size and quality, and designing an entrance to the observatory that would be undetectable by guests staying in the apartment. It took a couple of weeks, but finally I came up with a device right out of a gothic murder mystery. I was able to construct a doorway with a hidden latch mechanism that was indistinguishable from the cedar-lined closet wall when closed. When the latch was triggered, from either inside the closet or from within the observatory itself, the panel swung open on silent hinges. That problem solved, I turned my attention to the one-way mirror. Just try to order such a mirror from your neighborhood furniture store. It took a day or two of internet searching before I found what I was looking for and it was expensive enough to make me consider a second mortgage. I ordered it anyway. Two weeks later it arrived. When installed into the wall above the dresser, it looked good and worked perfectly. From the apartment side, it was a good quality mirror with a tasteful wooden frame. To an occupant in the observatory, it provided a startlingly clear view of the apartment interior. It was like looking through a picture window into a lighted room. Even with the observatory illuminated from inside and me waving my arms, Laura could detect nothing. The mirror was perfect. The observatory was not. The occupant could be heard in the apartment if they made the slightest noise. This wouldn't do. So another couple of weeks were devoted to research and installation of first-class soundproofing. Finally, we arrived at a point where the occupant would have to make quite a racket to be detected. With the addition of a comfortable chair with padded arms on a raised platform so the occupant could see into the apartment while seated, the observatory construction was finished. The rest of the apartment renovation was a snap. We ended up with a king-sized bed, placed directly opposite the mirror for obvious reasons. A combination of recessed and indirect lighting was installed that could highlight any portion of the room. A small but efficient kitchenette, a bathroom, and a sitting area with a loveseat, a strait-backed chair, and an overstuffed chair arranged in front of the fireplace completed the basic layout. Fabrics, carpet, and window dressings were carefully coordinated to emphasize warmth and privacy. To family and friends, it was a comfortable and intimate place to stay for a few days. To Laura and me, it was the perfect venue for what we had in mind. The apartment layout had been carefully planned so the observatory occupant had a good view of any furnishings that might be used as a prop for sex. From the watcher's perspective, the bed dominated the room but the fireplace seating area off to the right was fully visible with the large chair in full view. The loveseat was viewed from the back so the observer could not see everything that went on in the loveseat, but enough to keep things interesting. The straight-backed chair could be positioned anywhere it was needed. Laura had a couple of final issues that needed to be addressed. Realizing that she would most likely be masturbating while I was entertaining a guest in the apartment, a selection of dildos and vibrators was procured and placed in the observatory. One of our favorite sex games is for Laura to have me watch her masturbate. Her favorite technique for such demonstrations is to drape her legs over the arms of an overstuffed chair and employ fingers and sex toys to achieve orgasm while I sit a couple of feet away and watch her performance. As much as she enjoys these games, she was concerned that she would grow fatigued watching my lengthy encounters with other women because of the effort required to keep her legs in position. After some reflection, I modified the chair by adding soft Velcro straps to constrain her legs. They also acted as restraints, with obvious implications, which caused me to add a second set of straps that could be used to immobilize her arms if the need arose. Laura decided to take the chair for a test ride. After telling me to go amuse myself somewhere and return to the observatory in ten minutes, she disappeared into the walk-in closet. When I returned later as directed, I found that Laura had removed her panties, hiked her skirt up, and was seated in the chair with the straps holding her legs in place. Using her fingers to manipulate her clitoris, she was crying out sharply as she neared orgasm. I dropped to my knees between her legs, quickly secured her arms in the second set of straps, and lowered my face to her pussy. With Laura writhing against the restraints but held nearly immobile, I was able to do what I wished, for as long as I wished. A couple of orgasms later, I lead her, wobbling unsteadily, to the bed for the final phase of our encounter. Later, sharing a blanket and some wine in front of a cheerful fire, Laura declared the chair to be a sensational success. Just before we decided to begin our new adventures, we found it necessary to make one additional improvement. Realizing that we would probably want to relive our performances with the strangers we brought to the apartment, we decided to install video cameras. Subsequently, several carefully concealed high-definition cameras, along with hidden microphones, were installed so that activity in the apartment could be recorded from several different perspectives. Finally, we declared that all was ready to begin what we were certain would prove to be thrilling new experiences. *** Laura declared that I should be the first to bring a stranger to the apartment since her liaison with Alan in Denver had been the most recent extramarital activity. And suddenly I developed cold feet. "I don't think I can go through with this," I declared. "Why not?" Laura asked with a note of irritation in her voice. "We just spent thousands of dollars remodeling the apartment specifically for this purpose." "I know, but the whole thing with Veronica was just a drunken accident." "Accident my ass!" she declared with a grin. "If you hadn't wanted to fuck her, you wouldn't have, booze or no booze." I looked at Laura for a long moment and then finally confessed my real fears. "I don't know if I'll be able to pick a woman up in a bar and convince her to come to the apartment with me. I haven't tried anything like that since before I met you. I'm sure I'll strike out repeatedly. When it's your turn, all you'll have to do is choose from a pack of willing candidates." "Okay, you're right. Let me think about this for a while," she answered. "But we've come too far to give up so easily. And don't forget what started us down this path in the first place." "Meaning?" I asked. "The incredible excitement of watching each other fuck someone else," she reminded me. *** The following Friday, I received a text early in the afternoon ordering me to arrive at the apartment at exactly 6:00 PM, shower, and put on my robe. Laura and I had used the apartment several times to have sex, just to break the monotony of our bedroom in the main house. I spent the remainder of the afternoon having difficulty concentrating on my work, certain that Laura would do something creative and exciting. The Observatory I knew that timing was important, so I took great care to arrive on time and to comply exactly with her instructions. Laura was nowhere to be seen. That she had been there was apparent. An ice bucket, a bottle of wine, and two glasses were on the small end table by the loveseat and the fire was glowing with warmth. Following directions, I went into the bathroom, undressed and stepped into the shower. Minutes later I emerged, robed as directed. The next few seconds seemed to pass in slow motion. Seated on the loveseat was a woman whom I had never seen before. She was Asian of no clear lineage but with very light skin, perhaps a mixture of Thai and Japanese. Her hair was straight and black, falling well past her waist. She was wearing a mid-thigh black dress with spaghetti straps that I suspected was her only garment. She was seated in front of the fire with a glass of wine, one leg tucked under her on the loveseat. Her legs and feet were bare. She was very exotic and very beautiful. "You must be Kevin," she purred, with only the slightest hint of an accent, patting the loveseat beside her. "I am Bai Lee. Please, join me for some wine." I felt an immediate stirring in my groin. Staring briefly into the mirror, knowing I was making eye contact with Laura, I crossed the room and took my place on the loveseat. I didn't say a word as Bai Lee handed me her glass. That simple act of intimacy made me acutely aware that her glass was not the only thing we would share that evening. I took a moment or two to look more closely at her. She was even more beautiful at close hand. Her skin was flawless. If she wore makeup, it was subtle. Her age could have been anything between eighteen and thirty-five or so. It is difficult to tell with Oriental women. Her hands and feet were delicate. Her legs were shapely and smooth. Because she was seated, I wasn't sure of her height, but she was clearly very small. Her dress clung to her body close enough that I could tell she was beautifully proportioned. Laura had chosen well. I felt myself growing hard beneath my robe. I accepted her offer and sipped slowly, trying to slow things down a little. I was nervous as hell. Laura had been in this situation once before, knowing I was watching her with Alan. But this was a first for me. Laura telling me after the fact that she had watched Veronica and me was not quite the same thing. I didn't know she was watching at the time. Now I did. Bai Lee, probably sensing my uneasiness, unfolded her legs and moved nearer to my side. Relieving me of the glass with one hand and raising it to her lips, she slid her other hand under my robe. Any reluctance I felt was dispelled in that instant. I retrieved the glass, set it aside, and gently folded her into my arms. She responded by slipping an arm around my neck and pressing her lips to mine. She had full soft lips that tasted of wine. Her scent was unfamiliar, exotic, and more intoxicating than the wine itself. With one final glance into the mirror, I slipped a strap from her shoulder to reveal a perfect, pink-tipped breast. I bent down and drew her nipple gently into my mouth. Bai Lee gave a faint cry, turned more fully toward me, and clutched the robe at my neck to pull me more firmly against her. I slipped one arm around her waist and slid the other hand beneath her gown to caress her thigh. Pressing her body into mine, she parted her legs. I slowly eased my hand up along the soft skin on the inside of her thigh and reached my objective. Bai Lee was warm and damp, her hair very fine. I massaged her gently for a second or two and then tenderly parted her with my fingers. She thrust her pelvis sharply up against my hand and suddenly my fingers were deep inside. She was hot and wet. Crying out sharply, she pulled more urgently against the collar of my robe and threw her head back, her long hair flying. For a few seconds, she ground her pussy into my hand as I probed as deeply as I could. Suddenly, she drew back, her chest heaving, the exposed breast rising and falling as she tried to gain control of her breathing. "Stop, please, just for a moment," she whispered, as she bent toward me to touch her forehead to mine. Then, seconds later, "come with me." Bai Lee rose unsteadily to her feet, holding me by the hand. Standing erect, I realized she was only about five feet tall, but so perfectly proportioned that she appeared taller, creating the illusion that she had very long legs. Taking a deep breath, she released my hand, turned gracefully, and lowered herself into the overstuffed chair. Gazing purposefully up into my eyes, she slowly opened her legs, draped them over opposite arms of the chair, and pulled the hem of her dress up past her waist. Bai Lee's invitation was unmistakable. I had no doubt she had been thoroughly coached by Laura. I sank to my knees before her and slowly lowered my face between her legs. At the first brush with my tongue, she cried out sharply and ground her hips into my face. Slipping both hands under her ass, I pulled her closer and drew her clitoris into my mouth. As I massaged her gently with my tongue, she began to thrust herself rhythmically into me. "Oh, God!" she cried, shuddering slightly as she came the first time. "Don't stop!" I followed instructions and continued my oral probing for some minutes and then slowly slipped a finger into her ass. Bai Lee moaned and thrashed about but I kept her pinned to the chair, her slight body no match for my strength. This time she came with complete abandon, shaking and crying out with mindless pleasure. I eased slowly back from her, licking the insides of her thighs and stroking the backs of her calves. Her head nodded forward as if in sleep. I struggled to keep my breathing under control. Bai Lee quickly showed signs of reawakening. Seconds later, she sat erect. "I think perhaps you had better fuck me now," she announced. I suppose there was still time to end this and recover some of the lifestyle Laura and I had previously shared. But it was too late. I was far past the point of no return. This exotic young woman was asking me to fuck her. Unlike Denver, she was doing so with the full participation and encouragement of my wife. I rose to my feet, pulling Bai Lee gently to hers. I slipped the remaining strap off her shoulder and her dress floated slowly down around her feet. She stood before me, naked and perfect. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her the short distance to the bed. Fully aware of the mirror, I gently placed her so that Laura would get the best possible view. In a fever, I parted Bai Lee's legs and knelt between her thighs. She lay under me, spread wide, ready for me to finish what we had started. With one small hand, she grasped my cock and guided me toward the soft, dark triangle between her legs. With exquisite care, I pushed slowly into her, fearful of causing pain because of her diminutive size. But I had no cause for concern. She tilted her pelvis up to meet me and I was soon completely buried inside her hot, wet center. We began a slow, measured cadence, Bai Lee moving sensuously under me and giving small cries of pleasure with each stroke. As her arousal grew, I increased the speed and force of my thrusts to match. Her cries grew louder and her movements more urgent. Soon I was slamming sharply into her and the sound of flesh striking flesh filled the room. I knew we could be heard perfectly in the observatory as well. Fully aware that Laura was only a few feet away, and certain she was in an advanced state of arousal herself, I looked directly into the center of the mirror and stepped up my pace. The beauty of the mirror was that it was still just a mirror from my perspective. Watching my own performance spurred me on to greater excitement and renewed strength. Bai Lee drew her legs alongside my thrusting hips and began a thin, high-pitched wail. Sensing she was nearing orgasm, I slowed just long enough to slide my arms under her knees. In this position, her legs were widely spread and Laura was afforded a perfect view of my cock as it plunged repeatedly into Bai Lee's pussy. I continued to stare fixedly into the mirror. I felt the beginning surge of ejaculation just as Bai Lee arched her back and let out a sharp cry of release. A convulsive tremor raced through her small body and I lost all control, flooding her with a series of incredibly intense contractions. Still supporting my weight on outstretched trembling arms, I looked down at Bai Lee. Her small breasts were rising and falling at a slower pace. A slight tremor accompanied a sigh of pleasure as I moved ever so slowly inside her, both of us enjoying the aftermath of orgasm. I released her legs and lowered myself gently down onto her. We remained motionless for a minute or so and then I slowly withdrew, dripping with my cum and her lubrication. After resting for only a few moments, she rolled to one side and gracefully came to her feet beside the bed. "Thank you," she breathed. "That was delicious, but I think you had better go to Laura now. I can show myself out." With that, she began to gather up her clothes. I was certain she was a professional, that she had been well paid for the past hour, and that she had no further expectations of our encounter. "And thank you," I replied, as I walked unsteadily toward the entrance to the observatory. *** Laura had removed all her clothing and was seated in the chair with her legs secured over the arms. She was using her hands to manipulate her clitoris and the dildo she was furiously thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her face and neck were flushed to a deep scarlet, her nipples were fully erect, and she was hyperventilating, sure signs of imminent orgasm. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. I sank to my knees before her. I don't think she was aware of my presence until I gently took control of the dildo, continuing the same motion she had been using. Seconds later, Laura clapped a hand over her mouth and screamed as she bucked against the straps. I slowed the pace of the dildo as a series of violent tremors wracked her body. When I was certain she was completely spent, I slowly withdrew the instrument and Laura slumped forward in the chair with a whimper, her thighs quivering. Unbelievably, I was rock-hard. I had cum only minutes before but suddenly I was throbbing in arousal. I saw no reason to waste an erection, so I released Laura's restraining straps, pulled her onto shaking legs, and led her out of the observatory. Picking her up before her knees buckled, I carried her across the room and placed her in exactly the same position Bai Lee had so recently occupied. Gently spreading her legs, I grasped my still-wet cock and pushed it deeply inside. Much later, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, knowing that Bai Lee was only the first of several strangers who would visit the apartment in the future. *** The next morning after breakfast, having watched the video tape of my performance and both fully aware of what we had unleashed, we sat down to decide how best to proceed. Laura told me Bai Lee came from a Milwaukee escort service similar to the one in Denver that had produced Alan. But we knew that continued use of an escort service was not the answer. Although they clearly hired only men and women who thoroughly enjoyed sex and were very good at it, their presence would always be staged and therefore somehow less satisfying. Bai Lee was an excellent choice for getting things started, but we knew that we needed to recruit amateur talent. There was additional uncertainty in this approach because amateurs would be inherently more unpredictable, but we decided the risk was worth it. Only one final task remained. We decided to prepare 'kits' of masculine and feminine articles to be placed about the room to deceive our guests into believing that a male or female lived alone in the apartment, as appropriate. Once the kits were prepared, we were ready to start. It was Laura's turn. I had already had two extramarital partners, Laura only one. As we both now fully understood, sometime in the not-too-distant future, I would receive a call telling me to prepare the apartment for her return with a stranger. _____________________ Headlights sweeping across the lawn roused me from my reflections on the past and I quickly placed the last of the feminine articles about the room. With my heart thudding in my chest, I retreated to the observatory. Laura was returning from her fourth attempt to find a suitable partner. She was naturally very selective, and doubly so when searching for a companion for the apartment. Her first three attempts had failed to produce satisfactory results. Well, not exactly. Excellent results had been produced, just not those intended by her search. It turned out the hunt itself was highly stimulating for Laura. Although she had returned empty-handed from her first few trips into Milwaukee, we had immensely satisfying sexual encounters after each attempt. But this time would be different. I started the audio and video recording equipment, took my place in the observatory chair, and waited. The hidden microphones in the apartment were of such high quality I could hear Laura's key turning in the lock. The door swung open and she entered the room with a tall, good-looking man following closely behind. He was well built and casually dressed in a manner that accentuated his sculpted body. Laura was dressed in a typical "hunting outfit," as she called her selection of clothing when on the prowl. She had several such outfits and, although each was different in cut and color, they all shared several characteristics. Since the entire purpose of the hunt was to lure a man back to the apartment to fuck her, Laura chose clothing that gave easy accessibility to her body. Tonight she was wearing a sleeveless, mid-thigh, flower print dress with a cleavage-revealing neckline. This dress, like the others, had buttons down the front so it could be completely opened without fumbling with zippers or the awkward business of having to lift it over her head. Her bra, I knew, hooked in the front. Her panties were cleverly designed. Butterfly-shaped when lying flat, they were worn diaper-fashion by tying front and back together at each hip with attached thongs. This arrangement allowed her panties to be removed without having to pull them down over her feet. Open-toed high heels of the "come fuck me" variety completed her ensemble. Her tanned legs were bare. She wore little makeup, only that necessary for subtle shadings. Her clothing was deceptive. She presented a picture of classy sexuality without cheapness. Looking at her in a crowded room, one would never suspect the purpose behind the clever crafting of her outfit. Laura was beautiful and sexy and she knew it. Her companion knew it too. As she reached the center of the apartment she turned to face her guest. He stared at her in open admiration and obvious anticipation. Knowing I was in the observatory, and the titillation of the hunt, already had Laura highly aroused. Her nipples stood erect against her dress and her face was slightly flushed. Her companion either sensed her excitement or couldn't control his own because he crossed to the center of the room, took her into his arms, and buried his face in her neck to inhale her scent. As Laura melted into him, he dropped one hand to her ass and pulled her tightly against him, pressing a knee in between her legs. With the other hand, he tilted her chin up, searching for her mouth. Their lips met and Laura began to move her thighs against his. They had not been in the apartment for a full minute and already the sexual energy and tension were palpable. It was no different in the observatory. My heart had been pounding when Laura's key first hit the lock. When I realized she was already aroused, my body responded in kind. Now, watching my wife with this stranger, knowing he was going to fuck her within a few minutes, my cock pressed uncomfortably against my slacks. I unzipped my fly to ease the pressure. Breaking off the kiss, Laura took her companion by the hand and led him over to the loveseat, the large bulge in his crotch clearly visible. "Sit down," she commanded. The moment he was seated, Laura placed one high-heeled foot on his knee. "Take off my shoe," she ordered. Holding her leg sensuously by the calf, the stranger gently undid the strap and eased the shoe from her foot. "Now the other one." As he set the shoes aside, Laura positioned herself on his lap, straddling him with a knee to each side. He groaned with pleasure as she settled her weight onto his thighs. The loveseat was positioned with its back to the one-way mirror so I could not see anything below the top edge, but I could clearly see Laura's face and torso and her companion's head and shoulders. She looked directly into the mirror and winked at me. In the observatory, my unzipped fly no longer provided relief. I reached inside my pants and pulled out my cock, unable to resist a stroke or two as it came free. I was fully erect. Glancing back into the apartment, I could tell by the motion of the man's shoulders that he was stroking Laura's thighs. She began to slowly rock back and forth. A change in the slope of one shoulder told me Laura's companion had moved one hand to the inside of her thighs, searching for her pussy. Her sharp intake of breath announced the instant he found his mark. I knew her panties would be soaked. Still moving rhythmically on his lap, a slight smile on her face, Laura looked back into the mirror and began to unfasten the top buttons of her dress. Four or five buttons later, she opened the clasp of her lacy black bra to free her breasts. The tan line clearly emphasized the pale skin and pink-tipped nipples. Like everything else about her, her breasts are beautiful. They are full, firm, and carried high on her chest. Still moving his hands somewhere under Laura's dress, her companion shifted his attention to her breasts, drawing an erect nipple into his mouth. She moaned with pleasure in her first oral expression of arousal of the evening. I knew it would not be the last. As he alternated his attention between her breasts, she stared, heavy-lidded, into the mirror, soft cries escaping her lips as he manipulated her nipples with lips and tongue. I knew she would spend as much of the next hour trying to make eye contact with me as she could without arousing her companion's suspicion. Suddenly, Laura let out a sharp cry. I was certain he had pulled her panties to one side far enough to slip a finger or two into her pussy. Laura loves to be finger fucked. Long ago, we had learned about the phenomenon known as the "G-spot." A few seconds after I found hers for the first time, she came in a violent rush. If her companion found the magic button, he was in for a treat. Laura momentarily lost interest in the mirror. Lowering her face to her companion's shoulder, she began to move with greater purpose on his lap. He sensed the change in her response and replied with more forceful probing. She responded by throwing her head back, hair bouncing, and let out a prolonged moan. Seconds later, she came as series of spasms rippled across her body. "Stop!" she ordered. "Wait, don't move!" He was smart enough to obey her command. I admired his restraint. After a few moments, she sat upright, her breasts heaving. Sitting motionless for a full minute or so, Laura regained enough composure to open her eyes. He was concentrating on her superb body and the responses he had triggered so he did not notice as she looked back into the mirror to give me a dazzling smile. Staring fully into the mirror, Laura began to work on the remaining buttons of her dress. Realizing what she was doing, the stranger gently removed her hands and completed the task himself. When the final button gave way, he slowly peeled the dress back over her shoulders. With a shrug, Laura freed her arms and dropped the dress to the floor in front of the loveseat. Her companion slid the straps of her bra back over her arms and flung it aside. The Observatory Her hunting outfit only consisted of five articles of clothing, two of which were her shoes, so I knew that only her panties remained. With a glance into the mirror, Laura reached down to untie the bows at each hip. Rising slightly, she pulled the lacy garment free and draped it over the back of the loveseat with a flourish. As I anticipated, there was a dark, wet spot in the small area that had covered her pussy. The cleverness of her outfit was apparent. Without moving from his lap, Laura had gone from fully clothed to completely naked. Now ignoring the mirror, Laura turned her attention to her companion. Although I could not see below the level of her breasts, I knew she was undoing his belt and zipper. "Take your pants off," she ordered, rising to her knees. With a little awkwardness, he complied. I could see him working his slacks and underwear down over his legs, discarding them on the floor beside Laura's dress. When he was done, she slowly unfastened the buttons of his shirt and helped him remove the garment. Although I could see nothing but Laura's naked torso and his unclad head and shoulders, I knew they were both now completely naked. When she reached downward again, her companion gave a loud groan of pleasure. I knew she had his cock in her hands. For several minutes, Laura worked gently to bring him to a state of nearly uncontrollable excitement. He began to move under her, his intent plain. With another glance into the mirror, and a secretive smile on her flushed face, Laura rose up on her knees, reached down between her legs, and slowly lowered herself into position. Her eyes stared, unfocused, into the mirror as they both made small sounds of arousal. Laura was now fully impaled on the stranger's cock. It took her a few seconds to regain enough composure to glance once again into the mirror. With a deep breath or two, she began to move against him. I could hardly stand it; rising from the observatory chair, I quickly removed all my clothes. I stood in front of the mirror and slowly palmed the head of my rigid cock. Laura was only about ten feet away. Fully aware of her impact on me, she stared directly into the mirror and began to move with greater purpose. I continued to stroke myself slowly, knowing full well what Laura's companion was now feeling. Laura loves to start with the female-superior position. She can control the depth of penetration and the sensations produced. Sometimes she favors vaginal stimulation and, at other times, clitoral. Tonight she seemed to need a combination of both so her motion was a sensuous combination that involved rocking her pelvis against her companion's cock to stimulate her clitoris and riding his shaft to accentuate the feeling of being fucked. I also knew she would eventually abandon this position for the more traditional male dominance position, where she could submit to the raw thrusting and energetic pounding she nearly always craved at the end. Her movements continued for several minutes, the only change reflected by a gradual increase in her tempo. As she neared orgasm, Laura arched her back, her eyes staring sightless into another dimension as she began to rapidly accelerate her movements. A continuous combination of unintelligible cries and moans accompanied her now mindless pursuit of release. Her companion held her by the waist as her movements became more violent. I could see his shoulders tense as he struggled to guide her on his rigid cock and maintain enough control to avoid premature ejaculation. Nearing release myself, I understood exactly what he was experiencing. With great effort, I released my dick and took my place in the chair once again. Laura was seconds away from an explosive orgasm and I wanted to see every second of it without distraction. Reaching forward to claw at the back of the loveseat on either side of the stranger's shoulders, Laura threw her head back and literally screamed with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic contractions wracked her beautiful body. Finally, she collapsed, her body draped across his. Her companion remained motionless, undoubtedly struggling to regain control in case more was required of him. After a minute or so, Laura sat upright, her hair tussled and her body still trembling. Holding her thumb and index finder an inch or so apart, she looked her companion in the eye. "Don't go away," she said. "That was just a little one. I'm not through with you yet." I was surprised and I'm certain he was as well. There was no doubt in my mind that this stranger had never encountered a woman like this before. I couldn't believe he hadn't cum with Laura. If he had, she would have known and would never have delivered such a command. Rising upright on her knees, Laura slipped away from his cock and got unsteadily to her feet. Taking him by the hand, she pulled the stranger upright. He was better looking and better built than I thought. His cock was large, stiff, and wet. "Take me over to the bed and fuck me," she ordered. Without a word, he led her by the hand toward the bed. Trailing slightly behind him, she glanced back into the mirror once more and gave me a radiant smile. Arriving at the edge of the bed, Laura's companion lowered her onto her back. Laura subtly repositioned herself so her head was toward the mirror and spread her thighs in supplication. Without delay, the stranger positioned himself between her legs and plunged his cock deep inside. They both cried out in unison. Immediately, he began to slam himself into her with deep, forceful thrusts. As Laura's cries filled the room, he increased his tempo, slamming powerfully into her pussy. I had a perfect view of Laura and the stranger on the bed. Her wild hair cascading about her shoulders and her nipples bouncing in syncopation, Laura responded by rocking her hips up to meet each of his powerful thrusts. I could see his cock, slick with her lubrication, as it disappeared and reappeared at an incredible tempo. Suddenly he stiffened, threw his head back with a guttural bellow, and began to pump her full of his cum. I sat transfixed, watching his cock and balls pulse time and time again. Finally, his strength gave way and he collapsed, supporting his weight on knees and elbows, considerately holding his weight off Laura's much smaller body. With a final groan, he rolled to one side, pulling his dripping cock free. Laura lay beside him, breasts heaving, for a minute or so and then sat up to swing her long legs over the side of the bed. Perched there, she looked up at the mirror. Her eyes were feverish and glassy, her movements twitching slightly in an agitated sort of way. I knew immediately what had happened. Her companion had left her high on an orgasmic plateau without the release she craved. Although I admired his performance as he helped her to achieve two orgasms, I was grateful for his inability to see her through to the third. I looked back at her, my cock throbbing in anticipation, knowing I was going to finish what he had left undone. Laura needed to be manhandled, to be vigorously and thoroughly fucked. I wondered how she would get rid of her companion. I didn't have to wait very long. Turning slightly, Laura gave her companion a playful slap on the ass. "Thank you for servicing me, but it's time for you to go. Now." The stranger rolled to his feet in a fluid motion and gathered up his clothes. Within a minute or two he was dressed. Bending toward Laura, he gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and let himself out the apartment door. He had been with Laura for about an hour and had not said a single word. Intuitively, I understood that silence must have been a condition of his invitation to the apartment. The instant the door closed behind him, Laura looked back into the mirror and crooked a finger, summoning me to her side. I was fully naked, fully erect, and nearly out of my mind with the need to fuck my wife. I quickly exited the observatory and crossed the room. Laura was waiting for me, the insides of her thighs slick with cum. Drawing her to her feet, I turned her around and forced her down face-first on the mattress. Clasping her by the hips, I pulled her to a kneeling position on the edge of the bed. Understanding my intent, she spread her knees and lowered her face to the bed, leaving her ass poised in the air. Without delay, I shoved my stiff cock into her wet pussy, intrigued by the thought that my way was eased by another man's cum, deposited there only a minute or so before. I began to replicate the deep, powerful tempo of my predecessor. It was all over within a few short moments. Pressing her face into the bedclothes, Laura screamed out unintelligible cries of pleasure and release, her muscles contracting sharply as wave after wave of explosive contractions took control of her slender body. Collapsing on the bed, gasping for breath, Laura appeared to be completely spent. But I had one more surprise for her. Pulling her gently back to a kneeling position and pressing her face back into the bedclothes, I slowly pushed the head of my cock into her ass. Laura snapped her head up, hair flying, all her senses alert. We had never done this before. I waited to gauge her reaction, fully prepared to stop and return to conventional sex. After a few seconds, Laura pushed back gently against me, clearly giving me permission to proceed. Very slowly, I pushed more deeply into her. Laura let out a low, throaty moan and lowered her face back to the mattress. Continuing to press forward, I was soon buried completely inside her. Pausing for a few seconds to make sure she was not in pain, I began a slow, cautious cadence. Within seconds, Laura was moving with me, pressing backwards to meet each of my thrusts. As she relaxed and we both gained confidence, I increased speed and force. Within a minute or two I was fucking her ass with the same abandon I had previously applied to her pussy. Laura's response was unbelievable. Completely out of control, she thrashed and bucked and screamed in mindless response. Glancing into the mirror, I could see what we were doing with crystal clarity. Losing all control, my pulsing cock filled her ass with cum just as Laura signaled her own orgasm with a series of incredible shock waves, each triggering a responding surge from me. We collapsed on the bed together, side by side, my cock pulling free as we fell, our collective breath coming in gasps. Neither of us said a word, each lost in an intimate fog of semi-consciousness. Very slowly, locked in each other's arms, we drifted off to sleep. The next morning, Laura confessed that the previous evening had surpassed her wildest expectations. She told me she had indeed given her companion a simple choice -- be her sex slave for an hour, silently obeying every command - or forego the opportunity. Wisely he had agreed and kept his word. She also explained that she had deliberately forced his ejaculation with voluntary vaginal contractions while she was aroused to a fever pitch, fully intending to have me finish her off before his car was out of the driveway. Anal intercourse was the farthest thing from her mind until I entered her. We had both read reports of women experiencing extraordinary orgasms through anal sex. Now we knew it to be true. Laura admitted that, all things considered, she had enjoyed one of the best nights of her life. *** It was now my turn to go on the hunt. Laura had been the catalyst for most of the activity up to this point. She had hired Alan, and later Bai Lee. And it was she who had hunted down the silent stranger for her recent performance. In spite of her assurance that times were changing and women had achieved a greater understanding of recreational sex, we both knew I had my work cut out for me. Laura can walk into a room where there are fifty guys and instantly fifty guys will want to fuck her. All she has to do is make a choice. With her, the outcome of a hunt is assured if she identifies a suitable target. We both knew I would face greater obstacles. My other challenge was going to be finding someone in Laura's class. Such women are rare. I knew I would probably have to lower my standards a little, but I wasn't about to bring anyone back to the apartment who didn't come damned close. My first four hunting trips failed to produce any promising results. Like Laura, I found the hunt stimulating so we had incredible sex after every attempt, but I was no closer to achieving our goal after the fourth trip than I had been after the first. There were plenty of good-looking women out there, and they were available. Unfortunately, they were all available for the same thing -- dating, romance, fucking, marriage, children, and then less fucking. Finding a woman willing to meet my terms was going to be a problem. On my fifth trip, I struck pay dirt. Hinting to the bartender that I was looking for a little action without commitment, he told me of a place in downtown Milwaukee that had become a watering hole for people who were looking for the same thing. Thirty minutes later, I entered the basement lounge of a well-known hotel. The location was perfect. With the Interstate close at hand, I was no more than thirty minutes away from home. Ordering a drink at the bar, I decided to spend the evening studying the place, trying to get a feel for how things worked. Over the next two hours, I noticed several important characteristics of the lounge. It had all the amenities, low lighting conditions, generous drinks, good-looking servers, music at a comfortable listening level, and furnishings arranged to provide as much privacy as possible. During the entire time I sat there, several couples left the lounge together, but no couples entered. Every entrant was an individual man or women. This confirmed the bartender's contention that most if the clientele would be made up of men and women on the prowl. I also observed that no one entered the lounge unnoticed. Even among those who had begun to pair up, each new entrant was carefully scrutinized. There was no doubt about it; the place was a body exchange. I had been nursing a couple of drinks at one end of the bar for better than an hour when a very striking woman entered the lounge. She was tall and slim, much like Laura, with a mane of flaming red hair. She wore a knee-length summer dress and high heels. After surveying the room for a few seconds, and being surveyed in return, she crossed the room and took a seat at the opposite end of the bar. Without a word, the bartender poured a glass of white wine and delivered it to her. She smiled at him in return. Bringing the glass to her full lips, she discreetly continued her study of the lounge and its patrons. At one point her eyes met mine briefly and then continued on. "Need a refill?" asked the bartender. I did, and said so. When he returned, I nodded toward the woman and asked if she was a regular. "She is. She comes in at the same time on the same night every week. She'll stay about two hours and have two glasses of wine. She doesn't make a lot of small talk. Guys try to hit on her all the time, but I've only seen her get interested a half dozen times in the past year or so. She'll leave with one of them less often than that. She's pretty selective. She's also married, or widowed, because she wears her rings. She's never offered an explanation and I don't ask. All I know about her is that her name is Colleen. I guess she's Irish," he said with a grin. "One of the customers here told me she's a dancer with a local Irish dance troupe." As he left to fill a drink order for one of the servers, I turned my attention back to the woman, trying to avoid getting caught looking. The light was low enough that I couldn't see details such as skin tone or texture so it was impossible to determine her age. I guessed she was around thirty-five, perhaps a little less. From thirty feet away, she was stunning. As I watched, a nice looking guy approached with a drink in his hand and took the seat next to hers. She smiled a greeting and they began to talk. She paid very close attention to him as he spoke, almost as if she were hard of hearing. Or examining a specimen, I thought with an inward smile. Over the next twenty minutes or so, they conversed quietly as he downed several drinks and she ordered her second glass of wine. Although I had learned all I needed to know about the lounge and its patrons, and was ready to leave, I decided to wait for the conclusion of the performance in front of me. From his body language, I had little doubt he was trying to pick her up. Hers, while initially inviting, had segued to a more withdrawn demeanor, putting some distance between them. My guess was that he wouldn't score. Suddenly, she shook her head in the negative. He responded with some urgency. She shook her head vehemently and I clearly heard the word 'No!' from across the bar. It was the first scrap of conversation I had been able to hear from them since their encounter began. The man stood up abruptly, muttered something I couldn't hear, and retreated to another area of the lounge. He had clearly struck out. The woman gathered up her purse, drained the last of her wine, placed a single bill on the bar, and left the lounge. She was just as good to look at leaving as she had been on her arrival. Laura would certainly approve of this woman if I could figure out a way to succeed where apparently many others had failed. The bartender wandered back over to my end and said, "That was vintage Colleen. Ninety-five percent of the guys who hit on her get the same treatment. Gonna give it a try next week?" "Maybe," I replied, "I've been shot down before. What's one more flesh wound? See you in a week." The bartender gave me a friendly wave as I departed, on my way home to certain gratification with my wife. *** The following week, I took my seat in the lounge a little earlier than need be, but I wanted to be there for the woman's arrival. I had told Laura about the lounge and the promise it showed for our purposes, but I had not told her of the woman. I knew Laura would be thrilled if I was successful but I didn't want to raise her expectations and then strike out. The woman arrived about twenty minutes later and coolly surveyed the lounge and its occupants, just as she had the week before. And once again, the patrons ogled her in return. As with the previous week, she wore a knee-length print dress, this one sleeveless, complimentary stockings, and high heels. Although I had remembered her throughout the past week as being beautiful, her appearance in person reminded me that real life is often far more vivid than memory. Her gaze swept the room and settled on me. My heart rate went up. The last time our eyes had met, she had paid me little attention. This time she stared frankly at me and then crossed the room. To my disbelief, she settled into the seat next to mine. As she arranged herself in the chair, the bartender placed her glass of wine on the bar. "Thank you, Stuart," she said with a very faint Irish accent. Turning toward me she announced, "My name is Colleen. Perhaps a little trite for an Irish lady, but that's my name." Up close, she exceeded my wildest expectations. Her eyes were the deepest green I have ever seen and her skin, clearly protected from the sun's assault, was creamy and seamless with a very faint dusting of freckles visible on her shoulders. Her breasts were high and pert, smaller that Laura's, but equally firm. Her hair cascaded in a riot of curls over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. I wanted her badly. "I'm Kevin," I choked. I wasn't exactly sure how to proceed. In spite of my claim to Stuart that I'd been shot down a lot, I had little experience with this kind of thing. With the exception of Veronica, who had come on to me, and the arranged liaison with Bai Lee, I hadn't been involved in anything like this since before Laura and I met.